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Sharp like obsidian, I can dress my best and thrill you or pull on a hoodie, and I'm nothing to see. ***** jewels, and private jets are for suckers and players like the ones seated around me, especially this guy- the one in the calfskin loafers. Spelling out Mississippi takes longer than his attention span. Strange for a guy sitting at the final table in the World Series of Poker. Whoops, Melville's all in with his big chip pile. That's why I sneer. The River card tipped me. It showed me all I needed about his hand. I scoop up his chips. I'm happy now, but he'll never know as I continue sneering. "Place your bets." "No more bets." "Coming out." If Princeton was hard, the CIA was harder. The Middle East collects souls in a thousand different ways: trip wires and road bombs. Decapitations. That's what you get when you're bereft of divinity. Yuck.
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
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Sharp like obsidian, I can dress my best and thrill you or pull on a hoodie, and I'm nothing to see. ***** jewels, and private jets are for suckers and players like the ones seated around me, especially this guy- the one in the calfskin loafers. Spelling out Mississippi takes longer than his attention span. Strange for a guy sitting at the final table in the World Series of Poker. Whoops, Melville's all in with his big chip pile. That's why I sneer. The River card tipped me. It showed me all I needed about his hand. I scoop up his chips. I'm happy now, but he'll never know as I continue sneering. "Place your bets." "No more bets." "Coming out." If Princeton was hard, the CIA was harder. The Middle East collects souls in a thousand different ways: trip wires and road bombs. Decapitations. That's what you get when you're bereft of divinity. Yuck.
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Tuey195412
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
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